Post by Samarra Blackwell on Nov 5, 2009 13:09:45 GMT 9.5
Biographical Information
Name: Samarra Elise Blackwell
Gender: Quite Female =]
Place of Birth: Fayettville, North Carolina, USA, Earth
Date of Birth (Age): October 11th, 1977 [30]
Height: 5'11"
Blood Type: A+
Hair: Black-brown, wavy, shoulder length
Eyes: Brown
ID Marks: Several recent scars, some deep ones on her hands and her neck.
Professional Information
Occupation: Military Intelligence and Communications Officer
Organization: USAF
Rank: Captain
Rank Grade: O-3
Assignment: Stargate Academy Staff -- Social Sciences
Classes:
-Leadership
-Systems: BC-304 Battlecruisers
-Systems: Asgard Technology and Integration
-Systems: Goa'uld Technology and Modern Usage
-Intelligence Recovery
-Intergalactic Relations
-Races of the Milky Way Galaxy
-Races of the Ida Galaxy
-Races of the Pegasus Galaxy
Personal History
Early life:
Born to an Air Force Colonel and a housewife, Samarra spent the early years of her life base-hopping with her family. Marra admired her father more than any person on the face of the planet, though he was never around. When she was 7, they moved permanently to Colorado Springs, Colorado, just next to the Cheyenne Mountain Complex. Her father spent long hours at work, sometimes for days at a time. However, when he would come back, he would never speak of what he did. It bothered her for the longest time, until she decided that the only way to do it would be to find out for herself. From that point on, she knew she wanted to follow in her father's footsteps.
Education:
For her high school years, she was enrolled in a military prep school by her father, a Colonel in the Air Force whom she rarely saw. She excelled and planned to enroll in the Air Force Academy.After her four years in the Academy, she went on to pursue two years of Officer's Training.
Military Record:
Once she completed her training there, her father had her assigned to the Stargate Command with him, which quickly explained every question she ever had about his lack of involvement in her childhood; he was a commanding officer for an SG team. Here, she worked for several years, finding her niche in intelligence operations. She spent the vast majority of her time tracking the movements of Go'auld System Lords and worked closely with the Tok'ra.
After several years of this, with occasional off-world ventures, she was transferred for a two-year tour at the Alpha site and one year at the Delta site. As her tours were coming to an end, she was assigned to the Ida Task Force aboard the USS Aeneid at the Chief Intelligence Officer.
While serving with the Ida Task Force, she was a Prisoner of War of the Nidhogg for five months with the rest of the crew of the USS Aenied. After rescue by SD-5, Blackwell decided it would be a good time to return to Earth. For a while, she contemplated retiring from the military, though the Stargate Program was not going to let her go that easily. Instead, they gave her a good old desk job at the Stargate Academy, where she could help groom the incoming members of the Stargate Program. It was a good way for her to stay sharp without staying in the line of fire, so she quickly accepted.
Family: Col. Ford "Ripper" Blackwell and Alaina Blackwell
Personality:
Nowadays, our good old Marra has found herself to be very relaxed and reserved. Maybe its being back on Earth that has her more comfortable and much friendlier. She stays very professional in class, though is very willing to take time out of her day to speak with the students. Many ask for insight as to what the program is actually like, especially since she had such firsthand experience. For the most part, she tells them, though there are some things that she cannot fully explain and feels they must experience themselves.
However, thanks to her recent POW experience, she does routinely seek psychiatric help for PTSD. Overall, she hides it very well from her students, though some of the more observant ones may pick up on traces of paranoia and peculiar behavior. Ever since that experience, she takes certain medications to help her stay relaxed, though on a good day she doesn't need any at all. You will never find her in the Academy's gym when there are others around. Even though she has physically progressed from the emaciated state she was once in, she still feels insecure with her appearance, especially with the scars on her neck, arms, and hands. If someone gets brave enough to ask what happens, she simply says that it was 'part of the job' and says nothing more.
Avatar Character: Catherine Bell
Name/Country: Meredith/USA
Do you agree with the rules of Stargate Academy? Durr Hurr
Are you a member of any of our affiliates? SGD
Roleplay Example:
Nidhogg Prison Vessel
Holding Chamber
Unknown Time
The membrane walls that contained the goo-filled aquarium and the humans within separated, spilling all the contents of the holding tanks onto the floors, at the feet of the Nidhogg sentries…and their leader. Many who felt this freedom feeble attempted to flee out of primal fear. Others, including Samarra, simply laid there, naked and volatile, unmoving. The only reaction that came from her was a wince in pain as one of the guards grabbed her by the back of her neck, cutting into her skin with it’s sharp hands and ripping the rebreather out of her mouth. With a thunk, she fell back to the floor, coughing and taking in the cold air around her. The most movement that came from her were involuntary shivers from being cold, wet, and naked.
"I want you take them to their duties for the day, but double their work load. If any one of them beg for a break, bring them to me,” the leader said. That voice. It caught Samarra’s attention, causing her to use enough effort to lift her head, trying to find the source. After a moment, her eyes finally focused and she recognized her dear friend, Des. Standing before her…and ordering the Nidhogg, who responded promptly by grabbing the few other naked Task Force members and dragging them out of the room. Clawing hand grabbed her by her neck once again, as well as by her arms, cutting into her flesh.
"Leave the tall brunette with the short hair. I want to give her work for the day personally." For the first time in days, an emotion filled the emptiness that took control of her. Fear. This was not Destiny Andre, Captain of the US Air Force, F-302 Pilot aboard the USS Aeneid. This was not Des, her closest friend, both on duty and off. No…something was wrong. As the sentries brought Marra before her, she tried to look into the face she recognized…but saw no one she knew.
"You, my dear, look at like crap.” Those words could have easily been Des’s, but she did not trust them. Her face impulsively tried to create a scowl, though there was no telling if she had succeeded. The Nidhogg had pushed toxins into her system, causing muscle deterrioration, weakening one of the strongest fighters out of the captives, the one that had given them the hardest time. Just feeling the burn of the poison through her body and her daily weakening was enough to drive the woman mad. But, to have this person, this…thing rub that in her face, it angered her. Another emotion she had not felt in a long time. The crooning of the imposter only fueled it more. Looks like you've been going through hell. I'm so sorry for the guards. They can be rough, so I will make it easy on you. Either you give me the information my Queen wishes, or better yet, surrender allegiance to us, and I promise you, you will live.”
Marra said nothing. Partially because she had yet to control what little muscle movement she had left, and she wasn’t sure that the things she had in mind were in her best interest. As she gazed at the woman, she felt her body be pushed down into a chair as she continued. "Don't, and we'll see how much you value your teeth after we are done here. So what will it be my dear?”
For a moment, she almost regained her speech, starting out as an illegible cough. But, before she could rasp out a good, hearty ‘Frak you’, skipping the usual name-rank-serial number schpeel, the anti-Des added, “Oh and also if you don't agree, well let's just say I have a little surprise for your friends when they come back."
Marra froze, her chest tightening. For a moment, she almost considered enduring the torture. Her body and mind, frayed and frenzied by the thought of more pain and the limited amount that she could endure anymore almost begged her to surrender fully and unquestionably. However, when risking the well-being of her teammates, she held her tongue. Again, she considered it. Many, if not most, of the remaining captives were military. They had been taught to endure torture until death…or be seen as a traitor to their country, or I this case, their planet. They might survive this. But, there was one who she knew was their weakest, if not most cared after, link in the chain: Abi. And the worst part was…Des knew it.
Chest heaving, Marra’s eyes fell from her captor’s face to the floor, racing along with the rusty gears in her mind. She had to think of something. Anything! Buy time..as much time as possible, her inner voice advised. Softly, and slightly slurred from lack of use, she spoke.
“Wha…what do you…want…to know?”
Name: Samarra Elise Blackwell
Gender: Quite Female =]
Place of Birth: Fayettville, North Carolina, USA, Earth
Date of Birth (Age): October 11th, 1977 [30]
Height: 5'11"
Blood Type: A+
Hair: Black-brown, wavy, shoulder length
Eyes: Brown
ID Marks: Several recent scars, some deep ones on her hands and her neck.
Professional Information
Occupation: Military Intelligence and Communications Officer
Organization: USAF
Rank: Captain
Rank Grade: O-3
Assignment: Stargate Academy Staff -- Social Sciences
Classes:
-Leadership
-Systems: BC-304 Battlecruisers
-Systems: Asgard Technology and Integration
-Systems: Goa'uld Technology and Modern Usage
-Intelligence Recovery
-Intergalactic Relations
-Races of the Milky Way Galaxy
-Races of the Ida Galaxy
-Races of the Pegasus Galaxy
Personal History
Early life:
Born to an Air Force Colonel and a housewife, Samarra spent the early years of her life base-hopping with her family. Marra admired her father more than any person on the face of the planet, though he was never around. When she was 7, they moved permanently to Colorado Springs, Colorado, just next to the Cheyenne Mountain Complex. Her father spent long hours at work, sometimes for days at a time. However, when he would come back, he would never speak of what he did. It bothered her for the longest time, until she decided that the only way to do it would be to find out for herself. From that point on, she knew she wanted to follow in her father's footsteps.
Education:
For her high school years, she was enrolled in a military prep school by her father, a Colonel in the Air Force whom she rarely saw. She excelled and planned to enroll in the Air Force Academy.After her four years in the Academy, she went on to pursue two years of Officer's Training.
Military Record:
Once she completed her training there, her father had her assigned to the Stargate Command with him, which quickly explained every question she ever had about his lack of involvement in her childhood; he was a commanding officer for an SG team. Here, she worked for several years, finding her niche in intelligence operations. She spent the vast majority of her time tracking the movements of Go'auld System Lords and worked closely with the Tok'ra.
After several years of this, with occasional off-world ventures, she was transferred for a two-year tour at the Alpha site and one year at the Delta site. As her tours were coming to an end, she was assigned to the Ida Task Force aboard the USS Aeneid at the Chief Intelligence Officer.
While serving with the Ida Task Force, she was a Prisoner of War of the Nidhogg for five months with the rest of the crew of the USS Aenied. After rescue by SD-5, Blackwell decided it would be a good time to return to Earth. For a while, she contemplated retiring from the military, though the Stargate Program was not going to let her go that easily. Instead, they gave her a good old desk job at the Stargate Academy, where she could help groom the incoming members of the Stargate Program. It was a good way for her to stay sharp without staying in the line of fire, so she quickly accepted.
Family: Col. Ford "Ripper" Blackwell and Alaina Blackwell
Personality:
Nowadays, our good old Marra has found herself to be very relaxed and reserved. Maybe its being back on Earth that has her more comfortable and much friendlier. She stays very professional in class, though is very willing to take time out of her day to speak with the students. Many ask for insight as to what the program is actually like, especially since she had such firsthand experience. For the most part, she tells them, though there are some things that she cannot fully explain and feels they must experience themselves.
However, thanks to her recent POW experience, she does routinely seek psychiatric help for PTSD. Overall, she hides it very well from her students, though some of the more observant ones may pick up on traces of paranoia and peculiar behavior. Ever since that experience, she takes certain medications to help her stay relaxed, though on a good day she doesn't need any at all. You will never find her in the Academy's gym when there are others around. Even though she has physically progressed from the emaciated state she was once in, she still feels insecure with her appearance, especially with the scars on her neck, arms, and hands. If someone gets brave enough to ask what happens, she simply says that it was 'part of the job' and says nothing more.
Avatar Character: Catherine Bell
Name/Country: Meredith/USA
Do you agree with the rules of Stargate Academy? Durr Hurr
Are you a member of any of our affiliates? SGD
Roleplay Example:
Nidhogg Prison Vessel
Holding Chamber
Unknown Time
The membrane walls that contained the goo-filled aquarium and the humans within separated, spilling all the contents of the holding tanks onto the floors, at the feet of the Nidhogg sentries…and their leader. Many who felt this freedom feeble attempted to flee out of primal fear. Others, including Samarra, simply laid there, naked and volatile, unmoving. The only reaction that came from her was a wince in pain as one of the guards grabbed her by the back of her neck, cutting into her skin with it’s sharp hands and ripping the rebreather out of her mouth. With a thunk, she fell back to the floor, coughing and taking in the cold air around her. The most movement that came from her were involuntary shivers from being cold, wet, and naked.
"I want you take them to their duties for the day, but double their work load. If any one of them beg for a break, bring them to me,” the leader said. That voice. It caught Samarra’s attention, causing her to use enough effort to lift her head, trying to find the source. After a moment, her eyes finally focused and she recognized her dear friend, Des. Standing before her…and ordering the Nidhogg, who responded promptly by grabbing the few other naked Task Force members and dragging them out of the room. Clawing hand grabbed her by her neck once again, as well as by her arms, cutting into her flesh.
"Leave the tall brunette with the short hair. I want to give her work for the day personally." For the first time in days, an emotion filled the emptiness that took control of her. Fear. This was not Destiny Andre, Captain of the US Air Force, F-302 Pilot aboard the USS Aeneid. This was not Des, her closest friend, both on duty and off. No…something was wrong. As the sentries brought Marra before her, she tried to look into the face she recognized…but saw no one she knew.
"You, my dear, look at like crap.” Those words could have easily been Des’s, but she did not trust them. Her face impulsively tried to create a scowl, though there was no telling if she had succeeded. The Nidhogg had pushed toxins into her system, causing muscle deterrioration, weakening one of the strongest fighters out of the captives, the one that had given them the hardest time. Just feeling the burn of the poison through her body and her daily weakening was enough to drive the woman mad. But, to have this person, this…thing rub that in her face, it angered her. Another emotion she had not felt in a long time. The crooning of the imposter only fueled it more. Looks like you've been going through hell. I'm so sorry for the guards. They can be rough, so I will make it easy on you. Either you give me the information my Queen wishes, or better yet, surrender allegiance to us, and I promise you, you will live.”
Marra said nothing. Partially because she had yet to control what little muscle movement she had left, and she wasn’t sure that the things she had in mind were in her best interest. As she gazed at the woman, she felt her body be pushed down into a chair as she continued. "Don't, and we'll see how much you value your teeth after we are done here. So what will it be my dear?”
For a moment, she almost regained her speech, starting out as an illegible cough. But, before she could rasp out a good, hearty ‘Frak you’, skipping the usual name-rank-serial number schpeel, the anti-Des added, “Oh and also if you don't agree, well let's just say I have a little surprise for your friends when they come back."
Marra froze, her chest tightening. For a moment, she almost considered enduring the torture. Her body and mind, frayed and frenzied by the thought of more pain and the limited amount that she could endure anymore almost begged her to surrender fully and unquestionably. However, when risking the well-being of her teammates, she held her tongue. Again, she considered it. Many, if not most, of the remaining captives were military. They had been taught to endure torture until death…or be seen as a traitor to their country, or I this case, their planet. They might survive this. But, there was one who she knew was their weakest, if not most cared after, link in the chain: Abi. And the worst part was…Des knew it.
Chest heaving, Marra’s eyes fell from her captor’s face to the floor, racing along with the rusty gears in her mind. She had to think of something. Anything! Buy time..as much time as possible, her inner voice advised. Softly, and slightly slurred from lack of use, she spoke.
“Wha…what do you…want…to know?”
